Monday, April 20, 2009. There, she spent most of her waking life, chain-smoking cheap cigarettes and effortlessly chugging six-pack beers, all the while thinking that the tar-coated walls would certainly collapse before she would ever feel the extent of her decay. As she listened to her favorite talk show on her hand-held radio, we drew pictures on the walls with colored chalk, hiding the layers of dirt beneath them and holding our breath. Monday, April 20, 2009.

Sunday, May 10, 2009. Creativity plays hide-and-go-seek while fair weather words crumple and sail into wastebaskets. Doubt drops a pencil to the vacant page and discontentedness still refuses to produce. Frustration eventually works itself out and it ends with a satisfied grin as fatigue shrouds living rooms. Thursday, April 23, 2009.